last night in berber village
our last night here at Ali's auberge (french for inn) with stomachs full of couscous, and legs well traversed on the High Atlas mountains. charles is looking more and more local each day! the sweat and dirt has mixed and dried on his skin making him a Berber shade of brown, however, the plastic fedora purchased at the souk reveals his true Cuban "businessman" identity. Your distinguished and grateful commentator tonight is writing this in the full moonlight outside while Caroline is playing (cheating) Uno with our host family – earlier, she was teaching smarty Samir the English alphabet (see pic) – amazing how language is not required to have a grand time in our little town called Amizmiz. Earlier this evening, the team got "henna-ed". Arabic tattoo's ranging from Rod's scorpion to Lydia's floral anklet, all designed by the talented and beautiful Jamila. I am personally blessed by the time spent with the Berbers, in particular Ali and his care for our group during both joyful and tragic moments. Although he put this Cornell grad in her place with his crazy riddles. And so I leave you with a "Bon Nuit" and one of Ali's finest: what will constantly eat if you feed it, and at the same time, go away and never return? hint: it's in your house.
